[when we all get to Heaven…]
I am no theologian. I would not be surprised, however, if Heaven proved to be a cozy kitchen, where delicious treats appeared in the oven and in the refrigerator whenever you wanted them, and where the cupboards were full of good books.
Odd Thomas, Odd Hours by Dean Koontz
This is the latest book in Odd Thomas series written by Dean Koontz. I stumbled upon the second book (Forever Odd) accidentally – it was in my office’s closet where my boss left some books he bought just for a plane ride. The title was what hooked my interest and I swallowed that bait. Forever Odd. To me, that title was so attractive that I just could not merely pass by a book named like that. Little did I know that Dean Koontz would soon become my favorite author (he and Ted Dekker are two of my all-time favorites).
What I love about Odd Thomas (that’s his real name, not a nickname) is that he is simple, yet wise. His seemingly random ramblings sometimes cause deep thoughts… just like the one about Heaven. A cozy kitchen with food and books. It would also, probably, have a teapot there.
I don’t know about you, but to have a big kitchen has been a silly dream of mine. I like cooking, but there are two obstacles to me cooking more often: 1. my kitchen is quite small (and I mean, small… 5 m2) and 2. I rarely have time to actually enjoy cooking. Most of the time we’re either tango-dancing with mom on weekends concocting yet another good recipe she has found or we “grab a bite” to eat… That is why Odd’s description of Heaven as a cozy kitchen brings so many emotions in me.
I imagine a big kitchen, with a small yet big enough bar table with tall chairs, enough room for the appliances and work space; a warm and mouth-watering aroma drifting from the oven, a muted sizzling sound coming from the frying pan… a dinner table is set for a family, laughter in the air.
And the fact that Odd mentions cupboards filled with books makes the place picture perfect.
Maybe it’s a materialistic view of Heaven, yet it makes me feel “fuzzy” inside.
How can you describe Heaven? What is your imagination tell you it feels like?